“Some of the most beautiful things
can indeed come from
So here’s the thing about living with the resulting memories after years of torment. It’s hell, for lack of a better term. In some instances, I’m able to daydream with my eyes open. To tap into the most beautiful, fictional universes, where I can experience whatever my heart desires. I’m able to use this light — at times — to bite back when I get knocked down. Proof that some of the most beautiful things can indeed come from terrible beginnings. At other times — most of the time, it seems — I’m getting eaten alive by the reminders of my past. And the paralyzing amount of anxiety I feel just keeps building. After years of struggling, I’m tired. But I have no choice but to keep fighting. Anything less would be admitting defeat.
© Sarah Doughty
And I cannot do that.